Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day

The following is made possible by those who defend, who fight, and who sometimes don't come back:

As I type this, I am, quite literally, sitting lake-side with my dog padding around the shallows looking for the fish that always seem to be just out of his reach. This is his favorite game. Yesterday he caught a turtle. (Turtle was fine...just scared.)

S has just gone to refill our coffee cups, the sun is shining, and there are several fishermen out, trawling 'round the lake.

Swans, out floating in the middle of the lake, have their heads submerged, looking for whatever it is that swans eat. Every once in a while, we'll see one of their heads pop up for a few seconds before disappearing again.

The garden gnome, with his solar-powered light-up hat, is standing guard over the pontoon.

Canada geese, a couple of them, just flew in, honking their arrival. A couple of fluffy goslings are paddling past, following their mother. If you're quiet, you can hear her honking and beeping at her babies. I wonder if she's scolding them or encouraging them.

The peace has been shattered. The first water-skier of the day has appeared. In a few moments, the wake will reach us and will gently splash against the shore under the deck we're sitting on.

There's a parade in town at 10 today. Must go get ready so we can leave soon to get a parking spot.